As Ships Go By

Come under the arching trees
And on the warm grass stretch at ease
Where we can taste the salt sea-breeze
And see the ships go by

When the wind so strong and free
Blows o'er my face fresh from the sea
I forgetting all my care
Here beneath these arching trees
Where we taste the salt sea-breeze
And watch the ships go by

And they say all things must die
We are nothing, you and I
And that all things are but dreams
Life is nothing, only seems
And yet this is real to me
So good it is to lie at ease
Under shade of arching trees
Where we taste the salt sea-breeze
And let the ships drift by